The world is full of people who look down their noses in pity at all those who are so foolish as to disagree with them about something...about anything, in fact. And they're all mutually looking at each other that way. Thus does the human ego strut and preen for a few short hours on its precious little stage, regarding itself as the King of Creation, fearing its own imminent demise, regreting and denying its absolute smallness in the face of life, blithering on in the void of its own insatiable hunger and its ravening desire to either dominate or destroy.

- Meditations on the Foibles of Homo Sapiens, Volume III by Albert Chamois, translated from the Chimpanzee West African patois, 1922.